Flawed Perfection Novels & Stories

Still I didn't ran away , my pace wasn't hurried , I wished my mother would rush behind me . She didn't. She never does . After all it was her absolute humiliation and embrassment that she created some one so ugly and imperfect like me . I was nothing just an imperfect imitation and Once upon a pageant queen of every pageant of my mother wanted nothing more than to wipe this imperfection off her perfect family . Only she couldn't And neither could I.

--- Another gap. --- Another moment where something slipped through. --- “It’s overcompensating,” he said. --- A pause. --- “It’s trying too hard to stay perfect.” --- Elena nodded. --- “Yes.” --- A beat. --- “And that’s what’s breaking it.” --- Because perfection— --- Required balance. --- Not force. --- Not constant correction. --- And now— --- The system was no longer balanced. --- It was reacting to something it couldn’t fully eliminate. --- Truth. --- The presence stepped closer again.

in his chest and pulled out the one thing he had always tried to hide: his Failure. He projected the moment he had failed to save his mother. He projected the times he had wanted to give up. He projected the shame, the doubt, and the raw, ugly selfishness that lives in every human heart. He showed the Double that he wasn't a hero—he was a mess. The Null-Leo staggered. It was built to cancel out "Noise," but it had no "Anti-Variable" for a Mistake. It couldn't balance a flaw, because a flaw has no opposite. A flaw is simply a break in the pattern.

Ronan says. “Fuck is definitely the word…” I say. “You’re so flawless,” he says. “Honestly, is there anything you’re not amazing at?” And that’s what does it. That word. Flawless. I take a slow breath and say, too flatly, “don’t call me that.” He blinks. “What?” “Flawless.” “Well, you just saved our lives. You are flawless.” “I’m not perfect!” I snap, louder than I meant to. My voice bounces off the walls, sharp and cracking. “I’m not fucking perfect, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be. And it’s exhausting. It’s a lie.”

My friends expect you to overcome because of so many achievements but none of them guaranteed that you would stay, none of my words convinced you to be here. I lift my body from the sand feeling the grains crumbling and out of sheer selfishness I wish you were feeling this way, I don't want to be the only one missing something so perfect. This is our flaw - we are too perfect for each other, unable to deal with glaring defects, holding each pain in our throats just to maintain mistrust instead of building something solid between us.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

“I hate empty houses, without anyone present to greet me when I return. On that lonely day, I began to hope for a normal life, wanting to be an ordinary child like others. Not an extraordinary child for Mom to be proud of and Dad to turn look to me. But since I promised Mother, I can't do that. I'm stuck with my promise to Mom." “I'm sorry for not being able to live up to Mother's expectations. I'm sorry that I disappointed you and made you feel hurt by all the things I've done. I'm sorry I didn't take good care of Jennie. I'm sorry for being born like this if that's the reason why Mom and Dad separated because of my existence. I'm sorry, Mom..." “On that day.. I really didn't mean to do it.

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

The bloodlust vanished from the air like it never existed. “Well, at least I am perfect at being flawed…” Ezra sipped in the coffee, making loud slurping noises which was clearly annoying Raven even more. “I am flawlessly imperfect.” He continued in a dreamy tone, like he was reciting the hymn of the universe. “Imperfectum est perfectio. Perfectio est illusionis. Imperfection is perfection and perfection is illusion. So, you are an illusion, Raven.” He pointed his finger at Raven. Ouch. That must have hurt, and it clearly did. I gaped at Raven.

Ross tried to approach me a few more times, but every time, Derek's death glare sent him scurrying back. That was Derek through and through. Everything he did—every move he made—was for himself. "Honestly, he does seem way more normal now," Mia chimed in. "They say a reformed player is worth more than gold. If this keeps up, Bella, you're basically a saint reincarnated." It felt like everyone around me wanted this to keep going forever. And without the edge, Derek did seem to be getting better. No smoking. No drinking. No fighting. No chasing girls.